Four poster legs and sleep

in dark and loneliness.

Sacrifice for fire,

for you and for her.

A tear stained with life

hanging low from a beam,

drips suffering slow

to the iron-soaked earth.

It devours each day

the hunger never slaked.

Renewed with the stars,

there is no hope for me.

But peace replaces my guilt

for one day it ends.

You will be with her,

and I will be free.